Unobstructed

The past few days have been downright frigid. Single digits, windy, snowy, blustery—all of it.

When I started writing this daily email series, I hoped it would make me a better writer and communi...

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say. Isobel recently b...

On the other end of the phone, my mom was aghast. "You sound terrible" she'd said. Laying on the cou...

It's cold outside; snowing, even. According to the thermostat on the wall, my spot on the couch is w...

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say.

Last night, a couple hundred of us held our collective breath while staring at someone in a dimly li...

Everything's either covered in black ice or white salt residue. Today I watched a postal worker wipe...

All I know is that I see things differently. I have my whole life, but I've finally learned how to s...

This morning was full of rain, but yesterday was frigid. Which means every square-inch of ground out...